Fished saturday in the 23 Sea Hunt. One crew overslept, so we left a little late and headed into the worst chop I’ve fished this year. Had it not been for the stoic uncle, probably would have turned around in the rocks but I knew he’d never let me live it down. Come to find out later we were all thinkin the same thing but nobody said squat. After a long wet ride out we finally got lines in around 9. Had a 20 somethin pound wahoo hit a red/black on the flatline 10 min later. Headed towards the sporties fishin the tourney and found some weeds, picked up a few slingers and called it a day around 2 due to the long ride home. Don’t know who it was but thanks to the 30-40’ express we piggy backed in on as you made the ride much smoother/dryer so we could enjoy a few adult beverages on the way home.
“Proper Prior Planning Prevents Piss Poor Performance”